In the final curtain call. You left me here with the coldest of feelings. Weight, kind, depression. Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in.
At birth given scars along tender heart liberties. Injustice for awkward living situated casualties. They lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping.
With the worries that I'd give her and she told the worst of me. My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze. No, I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please.
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby. Panic stirred me, awakened by a ringing phone in time. Where and when would I see her?. . Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth.
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats. (My body's cold and it thinks I'm already gone). Or is it in the way your body moves. (I'd like to tell you but I think that you already know).
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats. My body's cold and it thinks that I'm already gone. Or is it in the way your body moves. I'd like to tell you.
Here, sleep at the bottom of hell. Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale.. Turned and as a coward you've learned. Through sickness and health, there's only one,.
History's made its mark in anger. As everybody knows it's what we do; it's nothing new.. The next chords struck are Fault and Failure. And we both know the finger points on cue.